Threesomed and more...
Readers always seem to be shocked when I tell them that I often avoid the sex scenes in my books until I absolutely have to deal with them. I guess the fact that my latest releases have been “mΓ©nage” stories probably leads many to think I’m not being entirely honest about this aversion. Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am by the recent turn of events. Two of the books are currently in the top ten best-sellers for the publisher who contracted them, and the third one is with my editor at Ellora’s Cave. Apart from the trio of lovers in these stories, when I wrote Stolen Rapture, I discovered one of my vampires was a dominant, and my heroine was waking to her submissive nature, so that was another new element for me. I have no idea if I’ll explore the BDSM angle further, but I never expected to touch it in the first place, so I no longer rule out any possibility.
In truth, I can’t really say that I’m wildly enamored of this kind of story, but it’s certainly been fun to flirt with the genre, and I might very well get back to it, if in small ways, for future stories. I like mixing genres as most of my readers know, so taking mΓ©nage, as requested by the publisher for their anniversary print release, (Threesomed, from New Dawning Book Fair and Amazon), then adding in a paranormal element with my sexy vampires–it was, I admit, a lot of fun! I had never really considered writing mΓ©nage tales, I’m primarily a “boy meets girl” writer, and the challenge is to make it fresh and interesting. Surprisingly, the current release has already inspired a number of requests for a further story, and it just might happen, even I don’t know the answer to that one just now.
So, I hope you’ll enjoy this teaser for Stolen Rapture... And, many thanks, Nicole, for having me here as your guest.
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First review of Stolen Rapture - FIVE FANGS!!
Genres: Erotic/vampire/mΓ©nage/mild BDSM
When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who knows her better than she knows herself, she soon discovers he shares everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…
Excerpt:
Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had fucked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm.
He went to join them.
"Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord.
"Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna Jordan. Baby, this is my partner—"
"Boss."
"Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."
"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise.
"Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied.
"I'm not surprised," Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"
"Thank you, that would be lovely."
Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne.
"Be careful around him," Cord advised. "He's interested in you."
She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "You can tell that from hello, can you?"
"I've known Rahve a lot of years, baby," he said, tone ominous. "He enjoys dangerous games."
"And you don't?" There was ice in her voice, making the words caustic in tone.
Cord's blue and green gaze was hard when he met hers, and she shivered.
"You like my games," he stated. "Rahve plays by different rules."
She shrugged with false indifference and strolled into the crowd, fully aware of Cord's eyes watching every move she made. The night was going to be a long one. The thought had barely passed into her awareness when she felt someone staring at her, the look almost a tangible touch that brushed her spine and made her entire body tingle.
There are things Cord should have told you. Rahve's voice was inside her head somehow and she looked around, trying to locate him in the large crowd. Chills that had nothing to do with the actual temperature make her quiver. She closed her eyes, her equilibrium gone as the room faded to grey shadows. Her last thought was that she'd never fainted in her life, and this was not the time to start.
Adult Excerpt:
"So, what is it this woman does again?" Rahve asked with little real interest, but considerable amusement. Cord had been distracted for a week or more, since Rahve had sent him to the Grayson show. Cord glared at him and he laughed at the irritation in the other man's expression. Rahve shrugged and turned his attention back to the figures in front of him.
"We need to come up with something truly spectacular for the new line," Rahve murmured as he rapidly read the accounting figures, his agile brain processing numbers as quickly as the machine in front of him.
"Are you worried?"
Rahve's smile was sardonic. "Are you?"
"I want to design something for Deluna's next show."
Rahve sat back in his chair and eyed the younger man. "Tell me about her."
It wasn't a request and they both knew it.
"Why don't you come with me and you can judge for yourself?" Challenge hung between them for a few minutes, then Rahve shrugged and rose from his seat. Cord was startled for about a heartbeat of time. He stood and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. "Have dinner with us."
Rahve's smile was contemptuous. "She doesn't know what you are, does she?"
"She knows everything she needs to know."
Scornful laughter lit Rahve's predatory eyes. "I haven't met a human yet who is that accepting of us, so I'll assume she doesn't know it's her blood you're lusting after more than her cunt."
"Stay away from her," Cord warned, "I'll tell her when I want her to know."
"You invited me to dinner," Rahve reminded him, laughter in his tone, "so let's go."
"I've changed my mind."
Rahve ignored his remark.
"What are you going to do if she falls for me?" Rahve asked as they headed for the parking garage under the Falcon's Flight office building.
"Kill your ass," Cord quipped. It was an old game, one he hated. Over the years, he'd lost more than one woman to Rahve's charm and power.
"Address?" Rahve asked when he'd stopped laughing.
Cord gave it to him and while he watched Rahve walk to his Ferrari, he wondered if Deluna would fall for him. Falcon had a remarkable effect on women, and she wasn't likely to be any more immune than most others. Rahve was an impressive male, six foot three, dark blond hair that was cut neat and stylish. He was built like a Roman statue, and he had more money than god…yeah, women loved him. For all kinds of reasons. A shadow whispered across his soul, an almost tangible harbinger of foreboding that made his teeth grind. Cord didn't like the vulnerability of fear, and he hated it even more when it was born in jealousy. Deluna hadn't even met Rahve and he was already worrying about her reaction to his boss....
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